filling jars full of silence.

Eris Eternity · 05-30-2011, 05:34 AM

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Not sure if right use of the word serif. 9_9 Whatevvvs.

the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

The sable-hued hybrid did not have a tongue for any language but her own. Less than apt for it, she lacked the motivation necessary to hone such skills, and thus she recognized only the sparing word of Spanish, and none of any other language. There was no reason for her to feel derisively toward tongues other than her own, as she'd never been forced to learn any other languages; instead, she gave them little regard, figuring they existed separately for a reason and giving it no other thought. It would do her well enough to be proficient in conversing in her mother tongue, which she often was not -- though she possessed no impediment to speech, the things she said could have used correction or filtering on more than one occasion.

“Ah. Maybe he worries for your old bones,” she said, her chartreuse eyes looking to Tlantli with a faint hint of amusement in them. Eris was far Tlantli's elder, nearing her fourth year -- yet it was apparent, at least in Eris's eyes, that the golden-hued woman was the more mature of the pair, whereas Eris herself possessed a reckless demeanor, and inexperienced at that. It was for that reason the coal hybrid had desired to listen to the golden woman's counsel. Sirius was the leader, and Eris was not so generous as to forsake her own power for the good of the pack, but she wasn't quite so conceited as to inflate herself to a position beyond guidance and caution. Salsola was not immortal, and neither was she.

“Larkspur makes sure the children are fed,” she said, rolling a shoulder in indifferent shrug. They were not starved nor wanting of food, Pandemic and Salvia. Wretch -- she could not say. “You are right, though,” she murmured, stabbing the still-glowing end of the stick into the dirt, stubbing it out there. “There's more family now than Larkspur, Pandemic, and Salvia.” Her chartreuse eyes did not look to Tla as she said this; instead, she sketched into the earth just outside of the fire, a faint design of simple straight lines. She thickened them and added tiny serifs on the end of the horizontal lines.

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